Fat Class Recap 4

I've been too depressed to report in.  The third week on the diet proved to be pretty disappointing on the scale.  I had a 2 oz INCREASE.  Increase?

I was disappointed, obviously.  I mean, I'm eating about 800 calories a day... and I am IN the box.  So, here's the best part. What do we do in class?  Ginah passes out a piece of paper that shows everyone how many box foods they'd have to eat to maintain their current weight.  I ate about 40 box foods this week.  The paper she gave me indicated I'd have to eat about 100 box foods to maintain my current fatness.  Her point?  As long as we stay in the box we will keep losing!  Hmmmm, hold on.  Let's recap.  I basically maintained this week.  And, I did NOT eat 100 box foods.  So why didn't I lose?  I could have eaten 60 more meals this week and stayed the same.  Why did I stick with only 40?  I think that's what made the whole thing worse. Not losing one week after two big weight loss weeks makes sense.. but don't then hand me a piece of paper basically saying I'm guaranteed to lose weight each week if I eat under a certain amount.  (And, I'm 60 under that amount).

Therefore, class time was not fun.  I checked out after the distribution of that paper.  I played Angry Birds on my iPhone.  Seemed fitting.

Class was especially long and not as many interesting comments.  Waverly didn't show up for class and that was nice.  Jed was back and the Shoeless Wonder was in perfect form -- shoeless.  We had a bunch of newbies last night.  Three more men.  They didn't say much yet.  But, let's hope they add some sanity.  Jed referred to me in class as the "Cookie Lady" and I told them I had new treats.  I brought Soup Muffins and Peanut Butter Cookies.  I did some taste tests before class started.  But, once that paper was passed out I had no interest.  It was especially frustrating to sit there and listen to everyone else go on about their losses this week.

Both the nurse and Dr. DoGood could sense my disappointment when I met with them after class.  Even though I didn't harp on it at all, they both kept talking about it:

• "Week three is always hard."
• "Look at how much you've lost so far... you're still averaging like 3 pounds a week!"
• "Didn't you say your clothes are looser?"
• "Your blood pressure has really come down.  You've reduced your chance at a stroke or heart attack by 50%"
• "You'll probably see a BIG drop next week!"  
• "Don't forget - you were already exercising a lot before the diet.  Most of the others were not. So, your weight loss will be different."

Let's not forget that I'm fit fat and have an athletes heart and yadda yadda yadda.  And, right... my blood pressure was 102/80 last night.  In fact, the nurse said it was pretty faint.  What does that mean?  She had to do the reading a few times.  In fact, my arm is bruised today from it.

And, the truth is... who cares if I'm healthy?  I just want to stop having to shop at Large Bryant.  Isn't that the reality?  I just want to look good... so what if I am less likely to have a stroke?  Because this book is all about it's new cover.  Isn't that how everyone feels when dieting?  I'm just speaking the truth.   Of course, I do want to be healthy... but in the moment of a 2 ounce weight gain after a very restrictive and disciplined week -- the only thing I could think of is I'm just ANOTHER week farther from being pretty, and thin.